The Galactic Republic is doing just fine without their "Protectors". In fact, it's a thriving democracy…more so than it was with the Jedi around. The Jedi Temple had become a historic site and attracts many tourists. Almost every week, something significant is found…the most being a short-sized gimmer stick and a long, green, pointy ear.

No one has ever been to Mustafar since Padme and her droids. Even space pirates get such a dark feeling and leave on barely even entering the system.

But if one did venture to Mustafar, one would find a broken down building. If one ventured into the building, one would find an enormous console. One would also find a hologram running over and over again the Great and Terrible Explosion of the Jedi Temple.

And if one listened closely through the frequent eruptions of volcanoes outside, one might hear gentle words.

Your father still loves you…

I love you, father…dad…

I will always love you…

It's me…Padme…your wife…

There is still good in you…

Obi-Wan…come back…please…I need you…

A/N: Thank you to all who have/will read and/or review.

Thank you to my friend, Naomi, and my sister who both listened to me geek out about this, especially when I finally finished my first ever multi-chapter story.

I love reviewers and live for constructive criticism!